The End of the Line
by bumblebeecas
Summary: Sam is kidnapped by Hydra and taken to Russia where he meets someone who's been there before. Dean looks for his brother and runs into a man in the same boat as him.
1. One

Sam didn't remember a lot of what had happened. He had been in DC with Dean working a case and that was it. What else had happened? He couldn't remember anything. He blinked his eyes open, his head spinning. Where was he? This didn't look anything like Washington.

Sam seemed to be in some sort of basement or jail. The conditions were dreadful. Sam shifted and suddenly felt the chains around his wrists that he hadn't noticed before. How could he be so stupid? He was trained to be better than this. He sighed, leaning his head against the wall again, listening for anything useful.

"Are you awake?" a voice asked, making Sam jump a bit. It was dark in the room and he couldn't quite see the owner.

"Yeah. I think," Sam said, trying to force his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He could just make out a silhouette of a man.

"Good. They hit you pretty hard. I thought they killed you or something," the voice chuckled a bit. "What's your name?"

"Sam. Sam Winchester."

Sam watched as the man came closer to Sam, so he could properly see his features. He was tall with long dark hair and dull eyes. He was also in handcuffs, but his were a bit more advanced. Sam noticed that his left arm was made out of metal.

"Bucky Barnes."

 _What kind of name was Bucky_ , Sam thought as he looked at him.

"Where are we?"

"Siberia. Hydra facility. I'd recognize this dingy cell anywhere."

Russia? How the hell did Sam not only get out of the country but out of the _continent_?

"That can't be possible. I was in DC! With my brother!"

"I was in New York with my friend. They have people everywhere." Bucky sighed and looked around like he had memories of this place. "I never thought I'd have to be back here."

Sam was about to ask what he meant by that when he suddenly heard footsteps approaching their cell. There were two men talking in what Sam thought was Russian, but Sam couldn't tell since he knew zero Russian.

The two men stopped, clicking a light on which sent the entire cell into brightness. Sam could finally see what the cell looked like. It had two cots, but that was about it and the walls were made of cement.

"Mission report," one said. Sam looked at the man confused, but he realized that he was talking to Bucky, who was saying nothing.

"Misson report, Solider," the other said. Bucky said nothing as he looked down at his hands.

"New recruit. He looks strong. He'll be perfect-"

" _Don't_."

It was Bucky, finally looking up threatening at the men, who laughed. "You're not in charge anymore, Sergent. It's no longer 1945."

Sam didn't know what they meant by that, but it made Bucky shut up. What had this guy been through?

"What's your name?" the man asked, looking into Sam's eyes.

"Sam. What's yours? _Douchebag_?"

The man looked unfazed as he only smiled. "Bring him to Op. I want to see how far he can go."

Bucky glared at the men as they opened the cell door. He looked like he wanted to fight, but the advanced cuff on his arm prevented him from using it. Sam was dragged to his feet and led off. He looked at Bucky, confused.

"Oh, he can't save you. He's muzzled." the first man said, smiling at Bucky who shot him daggers with his eyes as he watched them lead Sam off.


	2. Two

Dean Winchester wasn't a heavy sleeper. Being raised a hunter had taught him that if he was, he would die. So when he awoke to a man standing over his motel room bed he did the only logical things.

He punched.

The man seemed rather unfazed as he dodged Dean's attack as Dean pulled the gun out from under his pillow, pointing it at the stranger. Dean glared. It was a tall man who was more muscular than Dean could ever hope to be, with blue eyes and short blonde hair.

"What the hell do you want?"

The man frowned. "My friend back."

Dean glared. "I dunno about your friend, okay? I'm just here with-"

That was when Dean realized his brother was not in the bed next to his. "Sam?"

The man watched as Dean looked in the bathroom and around the room for his brother, finding nothing. Finally, Dean looked at the man again.

"Where the hell is my brother?"

"The same place my friend is, I assume. Come with me," he ordered, pushing the door open.

"Like hell! Tell me where he is!"

The man narrowed his eyes. "I'll fill you in on the way. The longer we sit and bicker, the longer they're gone. Are you coming or not?"

"Who are you?" Dean asked, letting his gun lower.

"Steve Rogers. Now _come on_ , Natasha is waiting."

* * *

Sam watched as the lights passed over his face. He was strapped to a gurney being pushed through the cement hallways. He couldn't help but think of Bucky. He had been here before. He knew what was happening. Sam reminded himself to ask him what was happening.

"Dr. Zola will be happy to see you, Sam," the first man said, leaning over his face as he did.

"The feeling is mutual," Sam spat.

The gurney was pushed into a medical room that had three other people in it. One was a very short man with glasses. Sam glared at him.

"Mission report?" the short man asked.

"No. We'll have to put him under again-"

"No, if we wipe him again he'll lose valuable information about the whereabouts of S.H.E.I.L.D. Pierce already wiped him too much anyway."

Sam squirmed against his restraints as the short doctor walked over to him smiling.

"Hello, Sam. My name is Dr. Zola. I'm going to be performing your procedure today."

"What procedure? Let me go!"

Dr. Zola laughed. "Oh, I don't think so, Sam. You're too valuable. The syringe, please."

Sam watched wide-eyed as Dr. Zola was handed a syringe full of blue liquid. Sam tried to free himself.

"Now Sam, this might sting."


	3. Three

Sam returned later, though Bucky had no way of telling how long he was really gone since there weren't any clocks. The soldier watched as Sam slumped against the wall, his wrists restrained again. Bucky shot the guards a dirty look as they left, not caring what they did to him. He was just trying to look after Sam.

"Hey, kid? You awake?" Bucky slid over to the tall man, looking intently at his face as if it would have all the answers he needed on it. Sam didn't say anything, but his head tilted a bit and his hazel eyes blinked open.

"What was in the syringe? You gotta tell me what color it was, okay?" Bucky asked frantically. He _had_ to know how far they had gone.

"Blue," Sam whispered, looking down again. Bucky cursed softly. The blue liquid that had been ejected in both him and Steve. The super soldier serum. It was too late to try and protect Sam. He'd become a super soldier.

"It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be fine."

Bucky was trying to reassure Sam, but it was really only for his own benefit. What was he going to do?

* * *

Dean soon found himself in an office with a ginger, Steve Rogers and a man with an eyepatch. This was officially the weirdest thing that had ever happened to him.

"Mr. Winchester. I'm Nick Fury, director of S.H.E.I.L.D. I wish you were here on better circumstances."

Dean looked around at all the expansive holograms and computers. This was pretty high-tech. He wished Sam was here because he would have loved it.

"Where's my brother?" Dean asked, looking at Fury.

"HYDRA has taken him," the ginger said, Natasha. "He's most likely at their base in Syberia with Sergent Barnes."

"Sergent Barnes? Am I suppose to know who the hell that is?" Dean asked, looking at Steve.

"My friend. Bucky. He's been taken and brainwashed by HYDRA before. We have to move quickly before they do the same to Sam."

Dean shook his head. Demons he understood, but people? People were crazy.

"Then what are we waiting for?"

"We can't just storm into HYDRA's base! They're prepared and we need a plan," Fury said.

"Okay, here's the plan. I go to Russia and kick their asses and save my little brother. Alright, good?" Dean said, glaring at Fury.

"It's not that simple-"

"It can be. Are we just gonna stand around with our thumbs up our asses or are we going to go save them?" Dean practically yelled.

"A one-eyed black guy, one ginger chick, an angry Kansas boy, and a 100-year-old man. Yeah, perfect." Natasha said sarcastically, her arms crossed.

"How do you know I'm from Kansas? And who the hell is 100 in this room?" Dean said, only slightly pissed off.

"I can read a license plate and Steve is very old. His bones creak."

Steve glared at the woman. "They don't."

Dean didn't want the whole summary of what situation he was in, but he soon got it, leaving him wondering how any of this was true.

"Ghosts I believe, but a frozen World War 2 veteran? No way."

* * *

Sam woke up to two trays of food being slid into the cell. He looked over at Bucky, who wasn't touching anything on the tray. He followed suit, trusting that this guy knew what was going on.

"You awake?" Bucky asked, not looking over at the boy.

"Yeah. What's going on here?"

Bucky sighed. He really didn't want to have to explain everything to Sam, but he knew that he deserved to know what was going on.

"The people who took us are called HYDRA. They were created around the time the Nazi party was. They've captured me twice before, once during World War 2 and another time after I fell from a train. That's how I got this arm. They're worse than Nazis, okay? They brainwashed me and made me kill people. And they're going to do it again."

Sam's eyes widened, looking at Bucky in shock. "You were in World War 2? You look like you're only like, twenty."

"Cyro freeze. They would put me on ice between missions so that's why I'm still young looking. I'm actually 101 years old," Bucky chuckled slightly at the last sentence.

"Holy shit."


	4. Four

_The Winter Soldier was HYDRA's greatest weapon. He no longer remembered who he once was and followed orders perfectly. He was like a living machine._

 _Unknown to the many HYDRA officials, sometimes the soldier would remember bits and pieces of things from his past. Never names or anything detailed, but sometimes skylines and a skinny blonde boy. The soldier didn't know who the boy was or where the city skylines were located, but it was a lot like watching a movie and he enjoyed it. He never got any entertainment. He wasn't treated like the rest of the HYDRA soldiers. He was treated like an object. He knew he could never say anything. He couldn't rebel. His handler would never allow it, and he had strict orders to keep._

 _The Winter Soldier often felt helpless, like he wasn't in control of anything. It was very true. Others always decided when he slept or ate or trained. He never got a say in anything he did. It only truly sunk in when he was being prepared for a mission, though. His all-black uniform was impossible to put on by himself. It contained buckles all over his back and the claps of the weapon holster were all the way up to his shoulders. The claps to make his jacket tighter were on his back and front. He had claps in the front only in case he needed to readjust during a battle and couldn't wait for his handler. The jacket was designed to be restricted as possible. The uniform reminded him on the field who was in charge. When being prepared for a mission, he felt humiliated as HYDRA put the uniform on him and prepared him._

 _Because that's exactly what HYDRA wanted. Because no weapon should be able to prepare itself._

* * *

Sam noticed right away that Bucky was scared. He didn't show it often, but Sam was good at reading people. He would flinch at the sounds of doors slamming close against metal and even the faint sounds of Russian. Sam didn't know how to access the situation yet. He hadn't really been badly hurt yet, but if Bucky was scared then he knew he should be.

Sam was snapped from his thoughts by the sound of heavy boots thundering down the hall towards them. Bucky had his knees up to his chest and was staring blankly at the wall, his hair a mess in his face. Two men stood, looking at Bucky with evil smirks. One spoke in Russian and the guard stationed near their cell unlocked the door. Bucky did not move, but Sam could tell he knew what was happening.

"Prepare the Asset for the mission."

Bucky's head finally snapped up, making Sam jump a bit at the sudden movement. "No! Don't you dare!"

"You don't have a choice, Asset. Now be a good soldier and let us dress you," one said, holding a pile of black clothing.

Bucky glared daggers at the men, backing himself up into the cell. "No! I'm done. I don't do that anymore! I don't hurt people anymore and I certainly don't work for you!"

The man laughed, looking at Bucky cynically. "You're a weapon. Weapons don't have feelings. Now stand up!"

"He's not a weapon, he's a human!" Sam heard himself yelling, standing and balling his fists against his dirty jeans, his bare feet digging into the cement.

"Sam don't-"

The man was now in the cell, looking at Sam like he was simply a misbehaving child. "Soon, you will be a weapon too. Longing, rusted, furnace."

Bucky's eye widened, shaking his head. "No, no! Please don't!"

"I will continue unless you comply. Got it?"

Bucky hesitated, looking down at the floor again. "Fine."

Sam watched as they lifted the man up from the ground and began undressing him. Sam didn't understand. What was with the seemingly random words and Bucky's fear of them? Bucky was helpless again, just like he feared he would be. Sam could tell by the look in his grey-blue eyes as the men tightened the impossibly stiff black leather on him. The suit was designed to be a prison to its wearer and that's exactly what Bucky was.

A prisoner.

Soon, Bucky was dressed and told to stand to the side to wait for orders. Sam could see a faint tear near his eye, but it was quickly blinked away. He couldn't show weakness here. He had to be strong not only for Sam but for himself.

"We will be back soon. Don't get comfortable."

Sam watched as the door was locked again and all the men walked away, leaving Bucky standing there as Sam looked at him, worried.

"It's going to be okay. My brother will find us. I know it."

Bucky didn't reply, he simply looked off into the distance as if he couldn't hear Sam.


	5. Five

"I'm sorry."

Dean looked over at the blonde man in the seat next to him on the helicopter.

"Why are you apologizing. It seems to be more of these HYDRA guy's fault."

Steve sighed, running a hand through his short hair. "Well, I just feel bad and I apologize when I feel bad."

Dean smiled. "Must be a 40's thing."

Steve chuckled, looking over at the younger man. "Well, I don't know about that. We mostly just complained about war and bread prices."

"You know, Sam still does that. Maybe he's a time traveler."

Natasha was watching from the pilot seat, smiling. She's wished it were better circumstances, but she was glad Steve was making friends outside of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"You're happy," a voice said.

Nat looked up. "Clint? What the hell?"

The blonde archer shrugged. "Keep yelling and I'll turn off my hearing aids. Thought you could use some help, and I never give up a chance to beat up Nazis."

Natasha rolled her eyes. "You sound like Steve now."

"Is that so bad? So we gonna take off?"

"In a sec. Fueling up, Katniss."

"See, through the ears, straight to the heart."

Dean looked over at the new man. He was blonde like Steve, with sunglasses and purple hearing aids. He also had a bow with arrows. The guy caught Dean staring and smiled.

"Hey. I'm Clint. Here to help."

Dean shook his outstretched hand, not really knowing what else to do. How was he supposed to react to all these superheroes.

"Dean Winchester."

"Ah, the one with the stolen brother. Sorry about that, man. We'll find him, though."

Steve gave Clint a look. "Barton, I thought you had a mission-"

"HYDRA trumps something a S.H.I.E.L.D lackey could do. Besides, you know I hate to miss Black Widow kicking ass. You call Tony?"

Steve shook his head. "Didn't think it was his sort of thing."

Clint laughed. "Everything is his sort of thing, Steve. Pep told me he's been bored as hell in STARK Labs. With Thor and Hulk M.I.A, maybe we should have called him."

"We don't _call_ him. He just shows up uninvited while blasting AC/DC," Steve said sarcastically.

"Right."

Dean had no idea what was going on. He had just been working a case with Sam and now he was thrown into a fucking comic book or something. It was all very overwhelming, even for Dean Winchester: vessel of the archangel Michael, former holder of The Mark of Cain and the First Blade, former Knight of Hell, and hunterus heroicus.

"Dean. You okay?" Steve asked, breaking Dean from his thoughts.

"Um. Yeah. Sorry, just, a lot of information to process at one time."

"Yeah, I get that. Sorry," Clint said.

"And we're good to go-" Natasha was cut off by Hell's Bells blasting through the speakers of the chopper.

"Agent Romanoff. You really thought you could go off and fight evil _without_ _me_? I'm hurt."

The door opened and in stepped-

"Ironman?" Dean asked.

"The one and only," Tony Stark replied.

Steve rolled his eyes. "Now that we go all the stowaways S.H.I.E.L.D could part with, can we go?"


	6. Six

Sam watched carefully from the corner of the cell, his eyes not leaving Bucky.

"What are they going to do?"

Bucky looked over for the first time since the men had left. "I don't know. How are you? Are you okay?"

Sam hadn't really been focused on himself, more so on Bucky, but he once he actually thought about it, he realized he felt fine.

"I'm actually okay. I'm great."

"Yeah, I was worried about that."

Sam was about to ask the older man to elaborate, since he seemed so fond of cryptic conversations, but the Russian men had returned.

"Leave him alone, he's done nothing wrong," Bucky said in Russian, not wanting Sam to understand what was going on. Not that he was an asshole or anything, he just felt a strange need to protect the kid.

"I think not, Soldier," the man from before said, looking over to Sam. "He's one of you now."

"You know, there's not much you could do to hurt me, asshats," Sam spoke up, resenting that everyone spoke a language he didn't.

The man (Sam had decided to call him Asshole Numero Uno) walked over to the youngest Winchester. "And why's that?"

Sam shifted in the handcuffs restlessly, smiling up at the Russian man. "Because I've been tortured by the Devil himself. So what can you do that he hasn't already?"

Asshole Numero Uno didn't look particularity pleased. "Oh, you'll see."

The man turned his attention towards Bucky, who was glaring daggers at the man. "As for you-"

Bucky shoved the man against the hard wall, the concrete crumbling away a bit. He pinned the man with his left arm, his icy blue eyes locked on the asshole. "You heard the kid. What're you going to do?"

 ***SPN***

"FRIDAY, fill me in."

 _"Right away, Boss."_

Dean was still trying to wrap his mind around his younger brother being kidnapped by a super villain. It wasn't easy. He missed Sam a ton. Anytime Tony Stark would do anything high-tech, Dean would think about how much Sam would love to be here right now, nerd talking with the guy.

Steve seemed to know what Dean was thinking, or at least a watered down version of it, because he put his hand on his shoulder, looking over in a comforting way.

"We're gonna find them. You're gonna see Sam again."

Dean didn't doubt that. Hell, if this didn't work, he had ten other possibilities lined up-

And he knew which one to call right now.

"Cas!"

"Cas?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, Cas, Castiel. He's my friend he can help! Hey Cas, dunno if you're tuned in, but we could really use your help. It's Sammy. Cas, can you hear-"

"Hello, Dean."

"What the fuck?" Tony asked.


	7. Seven

Sam watched, wide-eyed, as Bucky proceeded to knock the guard out.

"You couldn't have done that earlier?" Sam asked as Bucky collected the keys, throwing them to Sam so he could unlock himself.

"Don't start with me," Bucky said, though it was in a joking manner.

"What's our next move?" Sam stood, tossing the cuffs to the floor but pocketing the keys just in case they came in handy later on.

"You don't have a next move," a voice said from the entrance of the cell.

The two prisoners turned suddenly, coming face-to-face with Dr. Zola, or what was left of the man at least.

"Damn, you're still alive," Bucky said, looking over the huge metal form of a robot that had the doctor's face captured in the glass stomach of the beast.

"And so are you," Zola said, glaring.

Though it was slight and hardly noticeable, Bucky shifted his body to cover Sam's from the doctor and the now half a dozen guards protecting him. Sam noticed though. Bucky sort of reminded him of his brother, which made his heart ache. All he wanted was Dean.

"What're you going to do to us?" Sam said, his eyes trying to take in the doctor's figure.

"It's you I'm interested in. A little birdy told me you were special."

Sam snorted. "There's nothing special about me."

"Oh no? Well, it's just a lie that you are psychic? Don't you have, let's see... death precognition?"

Sam really didn't need any of the people present knowing about how weird he was. But, if it would shut this Robo-Doc up, he didn't care. Well, he cared what Bucky thought of him, but he doubted the guy with the metal arm was one to judge.

"I can't do that anymore," Sam admitted.

"Oh no, that's too bad. Well, I bet with a taste of demon blood-"

"How do you know about-"

"Demons?" The doctor interrupted. "I do my research."

"He does," a new voice said. Zola parted to let the light shine on a familiar face.

"Hiya, _Sammy_ ," Azazel said, smiling evilly.

 ***SPN***

"Dean, what's wrong?" Castiel asked, looking concerned at his friend, who seemed rather stressed.

"Sam's been kidnapped by evil Russians? I'm not actually sure what they are, all I know is that Sam is gone."

" _Why_ does this happen to him so often?"

"I know, I know," Dean rubbed his face with his hands. "I 'ought to get that kid a leash, I swear."

"Is no one else going to mention the guy that just teleported here?" Clint asked. "Just me? Okay, it's just me."

"This is not the weirdest thing we've seen," Natasha reminded the archer from the pilot's seat.

"Weirdest _today_ ," Tony mumbled, still staring at the man in the trench coat.

"Oh, um, this is Castiel, my friend. He's an..."

"I'm an angel of the Lord," Cas finished.

"Like, God?" Steve asked dumbly.

"Yes," Castiel said as it was the most obvious thing ever.

"Dean, you didn't tell us you had _God_ on your side," Tony half-joked, standing to offer his hand to the angel to shake, which he did after a bit of hesitation.

"Well, after everything that has happened today, I honestly forgot," Dean admitted, looking over apologetically at Cas.

"In normal circumstances, I would be hurt," Cas said, smiling a bit.

"Well, I'll fill you in, _Aziraphale_ ," Tony said, pacing over to a hologram screen that showed all the information the Avengers currently had on HYDRA's capture of Bucky and Sam.

"It's looking like they're in Siberia, at the old base where they kept Bucky when he was the Winter Soldier. I don't know what they want with Sam, but it's not good. We're gonna infiltrate the base and get the boys back."

Tony finished, looking at Castiel as if expecting him to contribute something to the cause.

"Okay," the angel finally said. "What if there's warding. What if there's other angels. Dean, did you ever consider this was the work of demons?"

"No, I considered this the work of Nazi nut jobs," the eldest Winchester replied in a sardonic tone.

"Wait, wouldn't we _want_ other angels there?" Steve asked innocently.

"No, angels suck," Dean said, not elaborating at all.

"Okay, sure, makes sense," Clint said sarcastically, slouching in his seat even more.

"I brought the duffel from the car, before you ask," Dean said, pushing it towards Cas. "Holy oil, salt, holy water, angel blades, Ruby's knife, guns, even more guns, the works."

Dean lifted the hem of his mossy green button down to reveal his pistol. "See. I did think ahead."

"I'd hope so, considering it's Sam's life on the line. The last thing he needs is another nightmare to add to the pile!"

"Whoa, are you getting _mad_ at _me_? I want to find Sam just as much as you do, if not more. He's my _brother_ , Cas!"

"Maybe start acting like it. Sam needs us and you're just here, with these strange people. You didn't even call me until you were on an airplane!"

"I think me being on an airplane for my little brother is enough of a sacrifice for right now," Dean replied coolly.

"Will you two quit it? You're starting to sound like Steve and Tony, and trust me when I say we only need one of 'em!" Clint said, dramatically making a show of shutting his hearing-aids off.

"He's right, minus the part about Cap and me. This isn't going to help Sam, you two fighting," Tony added.

"No, he was right about us," Steve said under his breath.

There was silence for a few minutes. Only the sounds of the jet filled the cabin, and Dean and Castiel kept sending each other looks of apology without actually saying sorry.

"Dean, if there are demons, you know who you could call that owes you a favor?"

"Who?"

Cas looked at Dean like he was stupid, before saying: "Crowley."

"You're right!"

Dean slipped his cell phone out of his pocket and unlocked it, dialing 6-6-6.

"This better work."


	8. Eight

Sam watched the demon, his eyes crinkled in confusion.

"Dean killed you. I saw you die," Sam finally said.

The demon laughed. "You should know better than anyone, Sammy, that the dead don't always stay dead."

Sam's heart tightened. Of course, he knew that. His entire life revolved around dying and coming back. He wouldn't have made it past twenty-three if he hadn't broken the rules.

Bucky looked confused, but he sensed that something was off about the man (and it wasn't just his yellow eyes).

"Who is this man, Sam?" Bucky finally asked, looking between the two expectingly.

"You didn't tell your new BFF about us, Sammy? I'm hurt!" Azazel said, smiling wickedly.

"My name is Sam!"

"Oh, but 'Sammy' is your nickname, and I feel that I have earned the right to use it, considering I made you."

Bucky was left more confused then he had started.

"So, what do you say, _Sam_? Why don't you take your vitamins, get your mojo back, and come be the king Hell always needed. Crowley doesn't have a thing on you, boy."

Sam backed away from the bars of the cell, pressing his back into the wall farthest from the demon or the mad scientist.

"I will never do that again," Sam said darkly, his hazel eyes fiercely defient.

"In good time, my child," Azazel smiled. "All in good time."

 ***SPN***

"Squirrel. I was beginning to think you forgot about little old me," the demon said in his thick accent.

"Can we have a rule? Can we just warn me when someone teleports next time?" Clint asked, holding his head in his hands.

"Well, and if it isn't the littlest angel. My, my, it must be quite the pickle the great Dean Winchester is in. Where's Moose?"

Dean hadn't wanted to call Crowley at all, but if putting up with him got Sam back, then who was he to complain?

"That's why I called you. We need your help."

Crowley grinned, finally looking around the jet. "And the Justice League wasn't enough?"

"Avengers..." Tony muttered.

"Listen, you owe me a favor, now it's time to pay up. Can you save my brother or not?"

"Not," the demon replied.

Dean took the front of Crowley's suit coat roughly and pushed him aggressively against a wall, a look of fury apparent on his face.

"Why the hell not?" Dean yelled.

"They already have him, you dense cow! Azazel is back and he's taking names! Mainly, your little brother's!"


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